It’s not a rumor: Ari Aster‘s Midsommar (A24, 7.3) is brilliantly made right up until the final 20 or 25 minutes, which don’t quite work. But this doesn’t matter, or it certainly shouldn’t. Because Aster, born 31 or 32 years ago, is such a gifted and masterful filmmaker. He’s way, way up there, and I don’t want to hear any dissenting bullshit about this.
Midsommar is a 100% essential summer freakout flick no matter how